“You do?” Myrtle exclaimed.

“That is, I met them to-day in Glenbristle. It was rather romantic really.”

“Tell sister all about it.”

“Well, you know I was terribly anxious to find the exact site of my great-great-grandfather’s cottage.”

“I didn’t know, but I’m sure you were.”

“He was put out of Glenbristle by the great-grandfather of Ben Nevis.”

“He was, was he? Well, if great-grandpa was anything like great-grandson I bet your relation went out of Glenbristle with a bang.”

“It was he who emigrated to Canada.”

“Uh-huh, that’s about where he would land if great-grandpa shook him up the way great-grandson shook up those hikers.”

“Well, I think I’ve found the site of the old place. There’s a family tradition about it. Of course, I can’t be absolutely sure, but I felt a very strange unearthly sort of feeling when I came to this place. Some unseen presence seemed to be telling me I had come home. So I sat down on the grass.”

“Didn’t the unseen presence offer you a chair?”

“No, please, Myrtle, don’t laugh at me. To-day was a terribly solemn experience. I sat down on the grass and ate my sandwiches and smoked a cigarette and fell fast asleep. I must have slept for quite two hours.”

“I’ll say you did. I never knew you so wide-awake at this hour before.”

“And when I woke up, two young men in kilts were looking down at me. I thought at first they were fairies.”

“So you felt kind of safe and didn’t scream for help,” Myrtle teased.

“You have no poetry in you, Myrtle. I mean supernatural beings. And then I realized that they were two perfectly good young men and we talked for awhile and they were very interesting about Scottish Nationalism, which is why I asked Ben Nevis about it at dinner. And now here’s my problem, Myrtle. These two young men are camping in Glenbristle. In fact they gave me tea at their camp. I must warn them. They know I’m staying with Ben Nevis and if he treats them the way he treated those hikers they’ll think I betrayed them. You see the very difficult position I’m in?”

Myrtle nodded; and encouraged by what she thought was the dawn of sympathy in her sister-in-law Carrie became more confidential.

“And that’s not the only thing. One of their ideas in coming to Glenbristle was a plan they had to kidnap Ben Nevis.”

“Kidnap Ben Nevis?” Myrtle exclaimed in amazement.

“Yes; but as soon as I said he was a friend of mine they said at once they wouldn’t dream of kidnapping him. They’d kidnap somebody else instead.”

“They sound tough guys, your two boy friends.”